Hubby and I were early because we wanted to get dinner first and thought we could do that at Blind Pig. But as it turns out, Blind Pig is a prohibition-esque bar with light nibbles, so we head over to Stockton Place next door.
After dinner, we headed back to Blind Pig to joine our friends. To be honest, I really like Blind Pig's idea - like we were off to some clandestine rendezvous. And the entrance to bar fits the whole theme excellently. There's no signage to say that this place is Blind Pig. The only identifier is a Braille brass plaque on the wall. To get in, we have to knock on the door (such a shame there wasn't a secret knock) and the waiter/waitress will open it to let you in.
It was a very small place and very dimly lit. Once shown to our place, and the waitress handed us the menu, which also laid out the bar etiquettes. It mainly has speakeasy cocktails, but that's not really our poison, so we had whiskey instead.
The shocker came when we asked for our bill. For 3 whiskey between the two of us (hubby had 1 Hibiki 12 years and I had 2 Laphroaig quarter cask), the bill came up to Php 3300 excluding taxes!
When I related my experience to another girlfriend, she said the drinks Blind Pig are expensive and she has been there once but hasn't been back since. Maybe it is part of their strategy to keep the clientele exclusive. I don't know.
One thing for sure, it is living up to its name (pun intended).
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